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Date Posted: 14:33:24 05/28/02 Tue
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's message, "- Tin Soldier -" on 18:47:57 05/24/02 Fri
[.x.] cant we make it so i dont love you anymore? [.x.]
» Gaze is finally allowed to struggle upwards, to catch deathly serious features in spider-web tangles, though long after surprise has melted from acidic mask that scorched the approach of emotion. Innards flinch at monotonous words, enough to cause heightening of skull, tousled threads of forelock responsible for the disappearance of both piercingly differentiating optics. Slightest of snorts clears airways of unwanted debris, though force behind sound is nullified. Figure shakes wearily, plume swatting at bloodsucking terror upon flank. Spontaneous reply is formulated, scraping against throat, though the tone held to painlessly injuring words trembles in its gentleness. «
I require nothing more than the air in my lungs, Darkchylde. I do, however, strive for more because I deserve more from Hell than fire and brimstone…And so do you.
» Final jumble of words is uttered with even more spontaneity, as random as the idea could come. And in the sudden flooding of words, mask has glued itself once more, though not roughly this time and with a rifle instead of a bottle. Serpents beneath pelt writhe in their waking, causing skeleton to shudder in stretch once more. For want of not losing use of limbs entirely, slight jog is picked up, naturally jaunty out of inheritance. Uplifting of pace carries vixen to brute and past, slowly to allow his gain. «
Let’s move then, soldier. We-…you have work to do.
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